Graveyard Shifters Novels & Stories

"Heinous crimes were being committed in the Valley. And almost all of them involved magic of some kind." "Just as dragons are the top of shifters, the Wardens are the top of all magicks. They were not gifted their powers, but rather, were born with them." "We were born as shifters," Grumpy said, a bite in his voice. "Yes. But only in certain families and certain cases are you shifters. Had you been born to a different family, you would not be shifters," Drace explained. "The Wardens are Fae. Their entire race is from a different world. One that is so far advanced that we probably seem to have just dragged ourselves from the ooze. They are ancient, they are evolved, they are deadly."

Our pack would mobilize, our fangs bared and our claws sharpened, ready to confront whatever challenges lay in our path. ******* Kaga Wolfrick, Sonia in chains, and I stood at the designated meeting spot in the Valley. Tension hung in the air like a palpable force, the anticipation of the exchange mingling with the simmering enmity between the werewolves and the shapeshifters. We had arrived, ready to negotiate the release of Caroline, but the weight of uncertainty loomed heavily upon us. The shapeshifters emerged from the shadows, their presence marked by an air of arrogance and superiority. Their leader, a figure cloaked in darkness, stepped forward and addressed Kaga directly. His voice d

“Look at you. Barely holding it together. The burn in your stomach? The silver we slipped into your drinks. It should have made it throughout your system by now.” Rowan just smiled. “Doesn’t matter.” Garith laughed. “Why do you say that?” Rowan tilted his head as he slipped another inch. “I can still shift. Lycans will always shift when they feel threatened.” Garith nodded. “As I learned with your mother.” He pulled down his shirt and showed a scar on his chest. “She almost got me. She sadly had horrible aim.” He laughed. “Missed my heart by a fraction. Can’t blame her though. Hard to aim while you are fighting for your life.” Garith laughed.

“Tainted, what is that?” “I have no idea. Eric changed the topic when I asked him about it.” “Alex, please scan the other page. I am dying to read what is on the other page.” Eva said rubbing her hands. She looked like a child who was desperate to open her present. ### Dark Shifters are polar opposites of Golden shifters. If Golden Shifters represent light, Dark Shifters represent darkness. They are the epitome of evil. They revel in pain, suffering, destruction, and are very manipulative.

The raw agony in the room was deafening, a tragic testament to the price of greed and betrayal. Duncan poured more power into the command, ignoring the sharp, tearing pain in his own bandaged chest. With a final, crushing movement, he slammed his fists together. The two spectral wolves shattered into thousands of tiny, glowing shards, dissolving into the cold air like ash. Xavier and Katherine collapsed flat onto the stone floor, gasping for air. The vibrant shifter light in their eyes vanished completely, replaced by a dull, flat, ordinary human brown. The jagged pack marks on their necks began to smoke, burning away to leave behind ugly, black scars, the permanent mark of the severed outca

It’d not seen them, it was busy digging up a grave in the far corner of the graveyard. The two wolf shifters backed up and in unison. They’d found a Fae minion. A member of the hunt. It was twice the size of the two shifters put together. They were not strong enough for a face-to-face confrontation. Without the wind scents wouldn’t work within the realm, and with their bodies still in the physical realm they could make it out of there. If they played it smart. The creature so enthralled in what it was doing. Yolanda could only believe it looked for a spiritual version of a bone. A human bone… Gag.

The drive back to the Nightshade estate was different from any other. The city was quiet, but it wasn’t the silence of fear. It was the silence of exhaustion. Shifters leaned against walls, slowly recovering from the forced change, while newly awakened humans helped them. The divide was still there, but the hatred had been replaced by a shared trauma.

“Shift.” A loud whine left Taylor as he tried to shifted, Hair sprouting from his hands as the sound of his bones breaking to rearrange themselves but pausing halfway to return to human filled the air. “This reminds me of the first shift for shifters.” Cole smile whimsically. “Isn’t that when majority of shifters natural death occurs, because the animal and human cannot find a balance and so they both die.” Carson asked.

Ga-chi. The grinding in my neck echoed the tectonic frustration in my marrow. The stone jaw they had "stabilized" felt like a muzzle. I looked at the white-robed Watchers drifting through the trees. They were so thin, their skin like frosted glass, their movements lacking the heavy, muscular intent of the wolves I had known. They weren't shifters anymore; they were ghosts who had traded their teeth for a longer sunset. "You’re staring, Mother," a voice hummed.

Allan frowned and sat across from Jeff as he sat up and rubbed his hands over his face trying to wake up and remember what he had seen. “No, but I saw rogues, but they weren’t normal rogues. I thought supernatural creatures could not become undead?” “Yes, a shifter can’t become a vampire.” “No, I mean worse than that. It was… This is hard to explain. They were rotting and their eyes were almost blank, but I could smell the sickly sweet smell of decay and the bitter smell of hatred. It was… like they weren’t there in spirit and their bodies were just doing what they were commanded to do. I don’t know. Does that even make sense?”